Waiting to be collected now that all the morning things have been done. Today a man wants pictures of a ruinous house that he has inherited, the job should be curious anyway, even if it is not worthwhile financially.
The head is buzzing and there was no need to shave. Heavy working boots and the old working jacket, this will not be a clean environment.
The pills are remembered, and taken and good morning was wished to the son who was up already. All these small things that are important in their way. It is cold in the flat, according to the thermometer it is only five degrees above freezing. Perhaps it will be below freezing as the winter progresses.
There is no news today, it is Sunday, and nothing happens on a Sunday one would think.
Wouldn't one?
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